Leyla

Leyla's hands refused to leave the Dralan's body as his lips moved relentlessly against hers.

Moaning into his dominant mouth, she felt as his own hands tightened around her slender body in a possessive manner. He clenched her shapely hips and veered down to feel her round arse as well. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his body, rubbing against the hard surface that was his chest.

"My dahna," He murmured feverishly against her lips. She whimpered needily in response.

Tomorrow was the big day. Tomorrow she was mating the Dralan and becoming his Dralaq, the mother of his kingdom. She was to be mated and mounted in front of the council and his honored guests, and nerves didn't begin to explain what she was feeling.

And to make it worse, they had to sleep apart from each other tonight. To avoid any detection of her scent on him or his scent on her, they had to spend the night apart for the sake of tomorrow.

"Amorsa," The Dralan hoarsely murmured against her lips again, kissing them ravenously. "Tomorrow you'll be mine forever. Finally."

Hearing the words made it all so real. The flutter in her heart told her she was happy, but the knot in her stomach told her she was anxious. To become Dralaq... and the way it had to happen...

– To be watched by a room full of males, completely naked and being mounted by the Dralan...

Leyla gulped nervously and clenched the Dralan closer. As if sensing her unease, he cupped her cheek and brushed it with his thumb.

"There's no need to be nervous," He promised her solemnly. "I'll be right there with you, protecting you."

She nodded, shakily. She knew. In her heart, she knew she would be safe and there was nothing to fear, but her mind still wouldn't calm down. She had never experienced anything so boundary-breaking before.

"Amorsa," The Dralan whispered in her ear. Leyla shivered lightly and leaned towards his touch as his lips caressed her ear. "Tomorrow I'll have you. You'll be mine and nobody will be able to tear us apart. Do you hear me? You'll be mine, dahna."

Feeling her heart melt, Leyla smiled against his shoulder and pressed her hand over his heart. "And you'll be my Dralan."

"All yours," He affirmed, laying his hand over hers. "My heart. My cock. My blood," He whispered fervently. A chill went up her spine as his tongue snarked out and licked her shell. "You'll taste me like nobody has before, dahna. My vein will be only for you."

Leyla was at the point of breaking when a voice suddenly cleared itself behind them.

Standing in the doorway was Callath and Bhria. They were both looking away and allowing them their privacy to say their goodbyes before they separated for the night. Bhria would spend the night with her, while Callath would be posted on the door outside for safety. The Dralan would be sleeping only two doors down the hall. So close, yet so far.

"I will see you tomorrow," The Dralan promised, pulling back to meet her eyes. His electric blue shone brightly in the darkness of the evening, glowing with promise and excitement of the day that would come. "Amorsa tua."

"Amorsa tua," She replied, before the Dralan stole her lips once more in a last heated kiss.

Then, pulling apart reluctantly, he slid from her arms and walked over to Callath who looked up when he gave a nod. He then turned towards Bhria, who looked up as well and met Callath with a little smile.

Receiving a quick kiss from her male, the Kischmir then went inside the bedchamber with Leyla, who was already missing the Dralan, even as he stood out in the hall, looking back at her. It was when Callath finally closed the door and created their separation, Leyla sighed deeply and fell back onto her bed.

By The Sweet Miss. How could one love someone so deeply?

"Are you all ready for tomorrow?" Bhria carefully asked her, coming up beside her.

Leyla felt a nervous flutter in her stomach.

As ready as anyone could be to become Dralaq.

*

The day was upon them.

As Leyla sat in front of the mirror, Bhria standing behind her brushing her blonde curls carefully into submission, Leyla looked down at the white robe she was wearing.

Which was all she was wearing.

The white robes were ceremonial and sacred, having been worn by every Dralaq and Dralan in history upon their mating ceremony. The robe was made entirely out of the finest, whitest silk with only a fine gold stitching along them bottom hem. On the back was a white hood which she would raise just before entering the ceremony. The Dralan would be wearing an exact similar piece.

"There," Bhria said, laying down the hairbrush. "You're finished. How are you feeling?"

Leyla was twisting her hands together with nerves. When the female laid a calming hand on her shoulder, Leyla offered her a nervous smile. "Oh, Bhria... I can't believe what's about to happen. It doesn't seem real yet."

She was about to become the Dralaq.

"Just breathe," Bhria smiled, softly. "You have all of the females here supporting you. We believe in you, just as the Dralan does."

Leyla smiled anxiously. It seemed everyone had faith in her but herself. Leyla did as told and took a deep breath, reminding herself that everything would truly be alright. For while there might have followed many responsibilities, one thing was certainly happening that she had always dreamt of;

She was marrying a male that she loved with her whole heart.

Ever since she had been but a small child, she remembered dreaming of finding a male worth loving, who would protect her, nurture her and give her youngs and a safe home. Not only had she succeeded, but she had fallen for the Dralan no less.

– The Dralan who inexplicably loved her as well, so much so he would risk his whole life for her.

Leyla took a last deep breath, but then exhaled and felt her body relax as she clung to that one thought.

"I'm ready," She then announced.

Standing up, Bhria helped her with the trail of her robe as she walked towards the door where Callath still stood posted. Opening the door, he turned around immediately and laid eyes on them. He blinked twice and quickly closed his mouth, before smiling proudly.

"Milady," He then bowed deeply, causing Leyla to blush. She turned towards Bhria who smiled as well and followed his lead, curtsying for her. By The Miss, she would never get used to that.

"The Lady is ready," Bhria then announced for her, to which Callath gave a nod.

"Right this way then."

The ceremony was set to begin at sundown. It was almost so, and as they started walking through the halls, guarded well by guards, Leyla looked out the windows and saw the night sky slowly falling upon them. It was a clear night, the stars peaking out to wish her good luck.

Smiling nervously, suddenly Leyla felt her emotions change. What was nerves before became excitement as she realized this was the moment she was mating the male she loved. The final moment before nothing could break them apart.

Halting in front of the same room she had performed in months ago for the Brahkla Aurora, she looked towards Bhria who smiled and then walked up in front of her. She slowly lifted up her hood, letting in cover her hair so only her face showed; balmed in innocent purity.

"Blessings be to you," The Kischmir then whispered quietly, smiling emotionally up at her with a little tear in her eye. Leyla smiled back down at her and took her hands, giving them a clench.

"Thank you, sister."

Then, with a final curtsy, Bhria left as the moment ascended upon them. Leyla took a deep breath as she watched the double doors, fighting off the last nervous jitters.

She was mating her male.

Suddenly, music started pouring from the other side of the doors. Leyla sucked a nervous gasp as she listened to the beautiful strings play and a choir sing a beautiful hymn in the old tongue. She didn't understand the words, but they were beautiful. They almost calmed her down as she listened to them sing, just as a trumpet then sounded.

The doors in front of her opened and Leyla's breath froze. As the music kept playing, she then carefully exhaled and folded her hands in front of her, just as she took her first step.

Walking into the giant room, Leyla almost lost her bearings as she witnessed the splendor of the room.

The whole room was dressed in white. White ribbons, candles, table cloths and rugs. Even the guests were dressed in white, to conform to the ambiance of the ceremony. Upfront at the alter, the holy priest who would perform the ceremony also stood in white robes, waiting for the couple to be mated.

And there, coming in from the other side of the room, she saw the Dralan.

Wearing his ceremonial white robe as well, the stark contrast the white hood made to his black locks nearly floored Leyla where she stood. His body was framed beautifully by the shapely silk that rested on his shoulders and extended down to his feet. The trail dragged behind him as well as he walked forth, his electric blue eyes pinned on one thing only.

Her.

Feeling her heart soar with love, Leyla continued to walk forward, matching the Dralan's pace as they both ascended the stairs to the alter. Walking the final steps up to the ceremonial arch seemed to take forever, but finally, she made it there.

She stood across from the Dralan who smiled discreetly at her, before the priest raised his hands.

"Behold!" He voiced in an aged tone, his voice raspy with a wise edge. "Tonight we gather in honor and purity as we welcome the bonds of holy matrimony. We invite upon the grounds The Blithesome Miss and pray She blesses this couple and their gift to Her, by honoring their love and commitment to one another. It is by Her will and Her power, we hereby tonight make two souls one."

Leyla swallowed as emotions crept up her throat. Her eyes couldn't leave the Dralan as he watched her as well, his eyes burning with love.

"By these vows taken tonight, you shall uphold them now and forever more, spoken unto The Blithesome Miss in promise of union and prosperity as a mated couple," The priest continued solemnly, looking between the two of them. "Speak now that you make these vows of sound mind, free will and wholesome spirit."

"I do," Both of them spoke in unison.

"Then let the vows be," The priest declared.

Turning towards the alter, he first picked up a goblet and turned towards them once more, holding it up.

"By this wine, you seal your everlasting trust in one another," The priest told, turning towards the Dralan. "Do you vow to trust your female now and forever henceforth?"

"I vow," He answered.

"Then you shall drink," The priest spake.

The Dralan accepted the cup and sipped it slowly, before giving it back to the priest. The priest then turned towards Leyla.

"Do you vow to trust your male now and forever henceforth?"

"I vow," She replied, before accepting the goblet as well and taking a sip of the sweet wine. She returned it to the priest just like the Dralan had done.

The Priest turned once more and now sat down the cup on the alter, before picking up an apple and holding it up as well.

"By this apple, you bestow upon yourselves the fruitfulness of life," He declared and once again turned towards the Dralan first. "Do you vow to give this female youngs with your seeds?"

"I vow," The Dralan promised, before taking the apple and biting into it. As he chewed, his eyes never left hers, and the notion made Leyla gulp as the heat in his eyes told him what he was thinking.

The priest took the apple back and turned towards Leyla. "Do you vow to birth this male youngs with your sacred womb?"

"I vow," Leyla promised as well. Taking the apple, she took a bite as well and swallowed dryly as the Dralan smiled at her.

The priest finally turned and picked up a white silk ribbon, holding it up, before turning towards the Dralan. "By this bond, you hereby forge your soul with your mate! Do you take this female before you?"

"I do," The Dralan replied, solemnly. The priest slowly wrapped one end of the ribbon around his hands before turning towards Leyla.

"Do you take this male before you?"

"I do," Leyla almost cried with happy tears as the priest tied her hands together with the Dralan's. His warm palms closed around her shaking ones.

"Then in the name of The Blithesome Miss, I hereby bless this union!" The priest announced, holding up his hands. "By a kiss, you shall seal it."

Almost before the priest had even finished, the Dralan leaned down and claimed her lips hungrily. She suppressed a gasp and instead met the onslaught of his lips, kissing him back passionately as the crowd around them started clapping. Leyla couldn't help but let a tear slip down her cheek as she felt the love seep off of the Dralan's body and wrap around her own.

They were mated by soul. Finally.

After what seemed like eternities, the Dralan finally pulled away and allowed her room to breathe. Leyla caught her breath and then heard as the room settled down once more. It was right then she felt the nerves return, just as the priest spoke again.

"And so, before The Blithesome Miss, you shall consummate your mating," He declared, making Leyla's insides freeze up. "And so, the Dralan will claim his Dralaq."

Dohmenic

They joy in his heart almost blinded him to the nervous expression his Amorsa was wearing.

Seeing her standing there in front of him, declaring her vows to him and promising herself to him for a lifetime almost made him miss the look of anxiety that spread on her face the second the priest announced the mating ritual was about to begin. Now as the tension in the crowd prepared for what was about to happen, all he could sense was the nervous prickles coming from his female's aura.

Gently clasping her hand, he gave it a soft squeeze to gather his female's attention back to him. He would've given all his riches to calm her mind, but he knew no calming words would ease her as they now turned towards the crowd who had witnessed them take their vows.

And now they were about witness him make her his Dralaq.

As they slowly descended the stairs, he heard his Leyla breathe erratically as they neared the giant marble alter. Despite the paleness of her skin and her nervous gulp, she looked breathtaking. By The Miss, the sight had almost floored him.

The moment she had stepped out of that door, his eyes had swept over the angelic view that was his female; the innocence of the white robe a bleak contrast against her eyes as she had swept them over the decorated hall and taken everything in with big doe eyes. Her blonde curls laid so prettily on her shoulders, hanging loose in small ringlets. Her mouth had opened in astonishment, those plump lips rounding as everything seemed to hit her. Her pink cheeks had then flushed the minute her eyes finally found his.

The male who was about to declare her his.

He smiled proudly now as he sensed his Amorsa's nerves like sparks of lightning through his skin. As nervous as she was, he also sensed how the beat of her heart throbbed harder now than it did just a few minutes ago, when they were just male and female. By words only, she was now his wife, and by body in a few moments, he would consummate it.

Halting in front of the large white, slightly transparent curtains around the marble alter, he turned towards the crowd and presented once and for all, his innocent mate. In a few minutes, for all intents and purposes, she would loose her "virginity".

Smiling to his honored guests, he spotted Callath in the crowd who pressed his lips together and offered him a reassuring nod. The plan was going well so far, no one the wiser. No one suspected anything.

With a last glance towards his guests, he then turned towards his Amorsa and softly led her beyond the curtains. Gently pulling them apart, they both stepped inside, where he closed the curtains securely after them.

Once inside, the curtain offered barely a modicum of privacy. His Amorsa kept breathing shakily, trying to calm her nerves. Her nervous thoughts offered her no ailment to her situation. She was in a spin and there was only one thing he could do to stop it.

Slowly stepping closer, the Dralan therefore did; Gently cupping her face, he found her eyes that nervously flickered up to his and displayed all the chaotic thoughts traveling through her busy head. He offered her a soft smile in return, praying she could read his mind.

Be at ease, dahna. I will protect you.

Brushing her pale cheek, he knew he was doing her no favor by dragging it on and decided to get on with it. Leaning down, he gently kissed her pink lips, coaxing her to relax for him. He softly grazed her lips with his own before dipping slightly deeper, pulling her body closer. She inhaled his scent with a shaky breath and seemed to slowly dissolve into his embrace, taking comfort in his strength. That's it, my Amorsa.

After a moment, he then slowly pulled away. Reaching for the tie around his own robe, he decided to not give her the agony of being stripped bare first. The notion would surely unsettle her more. Unleashing his own robe, he therefore pulled off his own hood first and then slowly slid the silken fabric off his shoulders, letting it cascade to the floor. He stood naked before her, and the gasp that flew from her lips was inevitable.

If anything, her nervousness gave the act more credibility. Her innocence shone through most when she was put outside her comfort zone, which remained, thankfully, small. She had yet to try so much in the world, and for that, he thanked The Blithesome Miss.

It was all the more he could protect her from.

Reaching for the tie around her robe now, he kept her gaze as he slowly untied it and let her robe fall open down the middle. Her eyes widened slightly when he then reached for her hood and slowly slid it off her blonde hair. Her curls came into view, and by the Miss, almost had him reaching for them, just to feel the softness against his palm. But he couldn't show such affection to a room full of guests.

Taking the robe off her shoulders, he instead carefully let her last barrier slide to the floor like his own and heard her second gasp as she now stood as naked as he did. Her arms instinctively came to protect her bosom, and her legs clenched together. Her head fell down, as if ashamed, when in fact, she had nothing shameful to hide.

Gently cupping her chin, he lifted her head once more and made her meet his eyes. He wished he could've spoken to her and told her it would all be over and done with soon. Wished he could've calmed her with his voice and heard her sigh in relief as he promised her he would protect her from the display that was about to happen.

But words were too sensitive when he had to portray as if he was marrying for purpose. His eyes had to do all the talking, and he prayed it would be enough.

Breathe, mea Amorsa. I won't let you go.

Knowing he had dragged it on for too long now, the Dralan finally bent down and kept his female's eyes as he swept her up into his arms. She quickly grabbed onto his shoulder and then widened her eyes as he lifted her onto the white marble alter. She gave a gasp of shock as the coldness of the marble met her supple rear, the very marble on which he was about to mount and claim her.

Laying her down carefully, he swept her cheek a last time before admiring her naked body, so very exposed, lying there on the sacred alter, where all future Dralaqs before her had lain before becoming the kingdom's mother. His own mother had laid on this table last and conceived him that very night she became the Dralaq. He was about to bestow upon his Amorsa the same honor, and the thought almost drove him wild.

He was finally claiming his Dralaq.

Climbing onto the alter himself, the Dralan slowly crawled between his Amorsa's legs and carefully made his way up until he hovered above her. Her eyes were wracked with nerves and her lips were pressed together in anxiety. He could see her body shivering, her nipples stiffened from the cold. Instinct drove him to cup her cheek again and lean down to peck her lips, which was all he could do to not throw caution into the wind and wrap his body entirely around her to protect her from the eyes he hated were on her.

But he had to follow the script for her safety.

Kissing her lips lightly, he therefore slowly made his way down her throat, warming her body up with his gentle touches and kisses. He heard her breath go from staggered to labored in minutes, and the moment he made it to her fulsome breasts, a breathless gasp of air flew from her lips as he closed his lips around one stiff peak.

Sucking lightly on the breast that hopefully one day soon would feed his youngs, he instantly felt her body blast with a burst of heat. Her skin started to warm up and her heartbeat traveled faster, expanding with longing pleasure. With each careful lick of his tongue, he felt his female slide into a state of arousal, forgetting all about the company around them.

Switching to her other breast, he sensed as she (perhaps unknowingly) lifted her chest towards him, urging him to continue with a soft moan. Her hands found his shoulders and clung onto his corded muscles as he slowly ventured further down, kissing her navel. Her gentle moans only encouraged him.

Finally, he made it to the sweet temple between her thighs. His mind was throbbing as the scent of her sweet arousal tickled his sharpened senses. Instead of driving his lips between her soft folds, however, he forced himself to pull back.

This was the moment everything would depend on.

Carefully parting her legs, he made his Amorsa brace her feet on either side on his body. Purely from her scent, he knew she was more than ready to accept him; to give herself to him fully, in front of them all.

This was it.

His cock, which had swelled long before they had even climbed onto the marble, stood erect and proud for her, waiting to breech her holy temple—the place it had already conquered weeks ago. To the people, however, he had to make it appear as if she was having him for the first time.

And that's why, pulling her hips to his and using her arched legs as coverage, he slowly guided himself towards her throbbing, awaiting folds, while his fingers slowly worked the secret latch of his ring.

"In the name of The Blithesome Miss," He declared loudly and proudly, for all to hear and see; "I claim you, Leyla, as my Dralaq."

And with that, he tipped his hand sideways and let the trickle of blood pour from his ring and onto the marble—the blood Callath had carefully helped him draw from his Leyla only minutes before she ventured downstairs and into the ceremony.

The same very moment, the Dralan steered himself forward and drove into his female who let out a loud cry and arched her slender back up. His intrusion had her reaching for the edge of the marble alter and panting as he rooted himself deep inside her, throbbing fully inside her familiar, warm temple.

The crowd held their breath. As his Leyla panted and whimpered, biting her lip tightly not to let out another cry, the room seemed to wait as the Dralan stayed still inside her, breathing heavily above her.

To the eyes of the crowd, she was no longer a virgin.

Making sure that all blood had been emptied from the ring, the Dralan quickly latched the secret compartment shut and then moved his hands, climbing in over his female. She whimpered feebly as his member stirred inside her, shifting as he braced himself on top of her.

It was time to end this.

"Take my seeds and bestow me an heir," He spoke to her, and for the crowd, who then watched with sharpened eyes as he slowly pulled back, before thrusting inside her again.

His female cried out and threw her head back, reaching for his shoulders as his thrusts continued to wreck havoc inside her, her soft core melting around him and producing the sweet juices he had fed on so many times. The scent drove him wild and only urged him to push deeper, claiming what was now rightfully his.

His female.

Maddened, the Dralan leaned down and stole her lips in a heated kiss, leaving her to whimper and cry out as his mouth mercilessly craved her surrender; Her body willingly caved for him.

Pulling her hips to his, he pushed into her fervently and with abandon, roving his lips over her chest, neck and lips with passion. He would feel his Amorsa crumbling beneath him, her core clenching possessively, yearningly, around his cock that plummeted rapidly inside her aching temple. He could tell what she craved, but he wasn't ready to give it to her yet. Not quite yet.

- There was one last ritual to be completed.

Swiping the hair away from her sweaty neck, the Dralan kissed her beautiful throbbing vein that ran just below her ear – the vein he hadn't fed from in nearly a month. It teased him with its scent as it wafted up into his nose now, sated with her arousal and his rutting, and fragranced with her bliss, her heart throbbed for the bond they now shared and pumped the blood through her veins amorously.

Blood that now belonged to him.

His fangs extended as the scent started to drive him crazy. They ached to have what life had always denied from him, the very thing only a Dralan was robbed from until the day of his mating ceremony.

And that day had finally come.

His breath grew labored as the wild lust inside him felt the moment come nearer. This was it; the moment he would finally drink from his female whilst being buried deeply inside her, sating her with his seeds. To pump her full of his semen while nourishing on her blood... and to feel her fangs clasp his vein as she took from him.

To be fed from, for the very first time.

He couldn't take it any longer.

Driving his cock inside his female, he pushed her to the edge and heard her fevered cry of pleasure as her core started to spasm around his thick shaft. Her nails dug into his back, and her breath and moans grew until only gibberish whimpers came out.

It was right then, just as he found the deepest spot to release his seeds, he leaned down to her ear and whispered fiercely; "Bite me."

With no incentive needed, his female cried out and gripped onto his neck with her hand, only to steer her own mouth towards it. The Dralan's pulse rose as he felt her sharp teeth graze his skin, only moments before it finally happened.

Feeling her teeth breech his untouched vein, his eyes widened as the sensation overtook him; As his female clenched her teeth around his pulsing vein and claimed what was hers, he felt a rush take a hold of him the second he felt the enchanting pull on his vein. And then the hypnotic sound of her gentle throat...

Gulp... gulp... gulp...

– His female was drinking from him.

The whole world seemed to explode as the Dralan for the first time in his life experienced what it felt like to nurture and feed a female. His whole body tensed and started to vibrate with something deep in his heart as he heard and felt his Amorsa take his blood and nurture from it; The blood of a Dralan.

To feel her hungry pulls on his vein, to feel his own blood leave his body and transfer into hers... to sense the life his own blood was giving her...

Maddened by the sensation, the Dralan roared and pierced her neck as well—drove his fangs thickly into her slender neck and took what he had not had in months.

The blood... of his Dralaq.

Her blood streamed into him, his blood streamed into her. Their life source was exchanged, just as his female came apart beneath him and forced his cock to release his own seeds. Giving whilst taking. Draining whilst filling.

Forever joined, forever to be one.

Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. The moment as he finally became one with a female, became one with another soul, who for as long as he lived, would forever be his, and his alone.

– His life felt complete.

Pulling apart slowly as the rush finally diluted, the Dralan licked his lips and felt a crooked smile stain his lips as he realized he had never felt more alive than this moment. Nothing would ever defeat him now. Nothing.

– He finally had his Dralaq.